“I’m tired of just pretending this treadmill is finna slow when I’m knowing it’s never ending”

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Letting go is harder than leaving what brings you pain

ZelooperZ - Whitney Hueston

just a loosie … had to get it out before the end of 2023.  

wishing yall a prosperous 2024 <3

(lyrics)
yuhhhh
yuh 
big Cweed with Datren in this bitch why you hating on the kid?  I said, hold on
uhhhh hold on I’ll stop moving 
I said hold on 
ay ay
I said I’m used to getting breaded
I’m rye and some wheat shit 
tryna show me raps lil homie that’s some weak shit
really give me a reason to stick around for the beat switch 
asking for a -  ugh
ahhhh ahhhh
I said I’m used to getting breaded (wha-)
I’m (ryan) some wheat shit 
tryna show me racks lil homie that’s some weak shit
really give me a reason to stick around for the beat switch 
asking for a 16 bitch please you need this 

actually know it’s factual 
check ya capital overhead 
cappin bout how you breaded 
pretending that you good over here 
chosen one in the moment was frozen just like a disc skip 
dryer than a biscuit 
you tripping just like a disc slip 
inna minute admitting contrition live on your death bed   (damn)
not enough time to make it right I ask which mis-step 
took the rocket off course
mourn a couple endorsements to 
sailing without a port 
failing all my successors 
successes just mitigated my conscious inside a corpse 
never lied in my rhymes when you ask about them I do though
doodles of my demons it’s hard for me to be truthful 
was only ever a beacon it’s hard for me to be useful 
girl tryna slide to stu but in the booth I hide 
In the booth I cry 
behind the lines reside my evil eye 
used to be a dog but now the dog in me got euthanized  (awww)
tryna get some bread my momma taught me how to make it rise 

I’m used to getting breaded
I’m rye and some wheat shit 
tryna show me raps lil homie that’s some weak shit
really give me a reason to stick around for the beat switch 
asking for a ahhhh
ahhhh ahhhhh

Cweed … Datren coming
all 
2023 , hold on
nawwww
 (haha) (okay)

breaded (bonus track)

(lyrics)
this the first punch out of many, golly
one take... ay, ay
Said lately I felt extorted 
Gave my heart & intestines like Damian leaving organ (Oregon)
Distraught it taught me the lessons I thought I learned was important 
Maturing into a fetus
a baby boy in the evening
a toddler by the morning 
A loss of hope & its broken me 
rooming with the ghosts of my dead dreams they spoke to me 
hopefully I could stash away 
my path I paved
I got it made
but right now only half-a-way
the damage like the fat I’m tryna fast away
I’m sweating out 
wrote this poem in blood so maybe you get the message now 
reminiscing , reflecting 
10 steps projected I’m tryna make it 11  
I’m tired of just pretending this treadmill is finna slow when I’m knowing it’s never ending
the Penrose steps that I’m sitting 
I pen those thoughts & i meant it
Been rapping just like the rent due 
only write with Rivers like the council of the Trent too (two) 
astounded how we did it
a spitting image of Chris & without you, well a lotta things 
a common theme
Cweed accommodating for demons
my people tell me to fight em' 
it’s difficult just to meet em' 
 faded out of my mind needing Visine to see them
leaking pain from my pen I been ducking the public speaking 
and for that reason I’m sorry 
never tripped on a bitch I could pop a tab on safari 
pornography prolly rotted the part of my brain respondent
for sympathizing my trauma 
simplifying my misery 
mitigated my problems 
Commiserating my fibbing
I Simply wasn’t honest 
Inherited from my father 
Happened to be the hardest part confessing to my darkness
& living inside my comfort zone
slipping out of my harness imagine
I take it farther to lengths that he couldn’t fathom
my daddy had always taught me to be a leader through actions
The activist of the cabinet 
 i'm getting mad where my bag at 
Hippocampus shut off the memory that I had it
alluded my grasp
 knew you but you from my past 
Who would've thought of it as 
stupid 
Lootings, shootings , institutions
when I’m praying finna ask, "do you look down in disbelief or do you laugh?"
As god laughs
Ponder how it’s funny when it’s all bad 
I wonder how it’s funny when it’s sad 
As god laughs 
Ponder how it’s funny when it’s all bad 
I wonder how it’s funny when it’s sad 
(man...)
making my fate decided 
Falsifying my violence 
I didn’t know what to think so he on the brink of asylum
understanding the pain was a consequence of my problem 
been understanding the pain is a consequence of my (- ugh)
Commenting on the brotherhood 
Pridefulness in my mother blood 
Sheep and lions is hiding now you decide if you one to run, 
two to see, three to use your head you must be fucking dumb 
I made my bed with nails I’m finna lay I ain’t no fuckin punk 
endure the pain 
then it took me days to learned to disperse my weight 
Letting go is harder than holding on 
Know it hurts to say 
my purpose in these verses is miniscule not fulfilling
but religious to this poetry that’s the way that it’s gotta stay.

(Prod. Ovrkast)

extorted (god laughs)

(lyrics)

(I’m afraid of the dark)

strokes of my brush 
smoke in the throat of the ghost that was holding me up 
feel close when I loathe in the stuff
seen the gate open 
closing it up 
roll with the punches 
soul on parole from the pains in my stomach 
gut was …
gluttonous 
grumble, whisper, mumbled something 
wisp of nothing 
love to luck my cookie crumbled,
stumbled
drunken 
what was once  
well …
that ship has sailed and sunken  
flail In rough failed assumptions
hail above, heard the trumpets 
learned my lesson more than once 
protect confessions
dots connected 
shallow breaths of resurrection 
self reflect in shattered mirrors 
divine intervention luck 7 years 
fuck waiting blood crystal clear 
this crystal ball showed 100 open shots and you missed them all 
talked to god
& you pissed him off 
opportunity (knock knock) 
opportunity knockin’ on a locked door (hello)
or the brain i mourn 
please take the reigns from my caged storm 
nah pain don’t cease it just transform 
scream at the stars but i’m mega-wrong
the opps in my prime a deceptive con
my talks with god became mental brawl 
I know a wise man once said 
…
I know a wise man once said nun at all

(Prod. Rbchmbrs & Theravada)

nun at all

(lyrics) (act 1)
run it back 
run it back 
run it back 
ayyyyy hold on, hold on, hold on
ayyyyyyy
ouu, ay 
wait a minute now 
waited 2-3 hold up let me finish now
(hold on)
hold the power of interruption and bluffing this conversation over 
nobody want a discussion now (nobody)
deafened mind
really protecting pride 
a reflection of his hardware looking inside his mind (ayy)
defensive recollection of a past that didn’t happen take it back I know I wouldn’t experience overlapped it
experience overdid it
Experian flagging credit
now that’s 22 mil for y’all hoes so forget it
(what)
throwing money at problems
hoping it would resolve them
my homie told me he finna buy a condo for his trauma
and a condom came attached 
laughing at the humility
bath towels soakin you choking in the humidity
folding out for some women it’s in genetics & primitive just to be so pathetic the reproductive the narrative
fucking the finest pussy is hiding my insecurities smoking weed on the balcony taxing me in the morning
hope the resin I’ve been coughing resonated with my conscious 
I’m on a roll like a x pill
momma knowing I’m on it 
sleeping standing up 
goddamn what the fuck (what the fuck)
look
I’m not a comic but it’s laughable
pop a tab of acid Im tweaking until the afternoon you took me to the courts and I started fighting the basketball 
(hold on , hold on, what) started 
took me to the courts and I started tweaking
and fighting the basketball you could have it all I’m not average I’m abstabl aboabull
hold on ay
maybe fuck yourself 
maybe , maybe 
maybe fuck yourself 

(transition) (act 2)

man 
what year was it again mane 
what year what that shit? 
I can’t even fuckin remember, I think it was 
I think it was 
2004 when I started rapping
came out the womb with some verses the nurses thought I was slacking
ain’t wanna leave out the natural habitat of a human a full term baby was brewing at 40 weeks I was cookin the oven love me to pieces projecting all my anger & my angst in 2008
before 2004 add a 4 year sentence to cweed case
sensory issues was just DNA in my character underwear wasn’t wearing it
tearing & poking holes in my clothin in the 3rd grade
didn’t know we broke & mama stole it in the first place
I’m mad as hell the teacher took my scissor   privileges away
envisioning a fashion brand crash and burning my dreams astray
in accordance according to everything you would say to me
recollection is blurry I worry that you been playing me
paranoia to paranoid cannabis isn’t helping
convince myself that I need it
the weed is just a commodity
honestly never served me
I treated it like a goddess
the time & effort deserted deserving of a refreshment my recollection resurfaced
the biggest wave that I’m surfing
but cweed on a resurgence
ain’t gone always be pretty it definitely won’t be perfect
some shit that I had to learn in the 5th grade
finally gettin braces get my shit straight
never had the money my family struggle for centipedes wait I think I meant for centuries lifted from elementary  

made it into Holly ridge middle school in a bigger pool 
bullied to the fullest made my poppa cop me newer shoes
 & including the fact that my puberty at its highest or so I thought in the 7th grade questioning my alignment to this lifetime
reaching out to Jordan was my lifeline Bryson bought some weed from me playing the undercover
they running to Jordan mother like look what we just discovered
destruction of the bridges I was building up in the summer 

so for 8th grade 
pushed to Accelerator Academy academically struggled
but hustled up in the back of the faculty playing goalie
even played internationally
blocking out all the goals was a metaphor for the meta i’m entering
a new age of verses the metaverse as a person I’m perfectly so imperfect in the 9th grade moving location 
my roots was broken from the jolt of angle 10th grade turning pain into anger

ocsedet

sympathy for the villain

darling
can I 
can I call you (can I call you)
ou
can I call you rose 

“well you can stop blowing off steam & cool out cause I ain’t going.” 

“who said you wasn’t going?”

“I said it & that settles it!”

“oh it does does it, since when does what you say settle things?”

“awww”

can i call you rose, can i -
I was meditating on love (you)
love the 
love the r-
love the 
love the room 
can I call you darling 
(can I call you rose)

(Prod. Brother Anthony)

brother anthony interlude

(lyrics)
yo yo yo yo, yo yo yo
been living life through the eyes of a housefly with vertigo
worsened working my pen
my poems became to personal 
typical hypocritical white boy
lived worshiping 
nurturing murder motives 
Im hoping my god is merciful 
the Lorax on my ass
I been tearing through paper fast
he said when you write make it purposeful 
it really be the worst when you really knowing who hurt you 
No ambiguity anguish 
the paintbrush to all these tears it be painful to make these paintings 
my visual(eye)zations
of tapestries in this gallery, gather, 
fathom, and trash on my craft 
yellow like mac & cheese 
hello my name is Ryan (whos gonna stop me?)
trying, so please don’t laugh at me sleeping in heavy traffic
finally getting some REM sleep 
Cweed, Rivers, & TEN$HI the best 3 so don’t contest me 
been selling harder for fouls than Harden without the lefty 
bars harder than cement be 
really writing cathartic 
my first respondent EMT 
a DNR on the chest for times I was feeling empty 
scrubbing it off relentlessly 
repressing discontentment and normalizing my jealousy
information to torture myself 
cause’ I won’t telling me 
more to boredom than war with it 
horror but there was more to it 
truth was clear but Im squinting
when in need know you missing 
how you never there for me 
but you there at my crucifixion 
In crucibles feet of clay 
Ive defeated demons to say 
I’m ashamed of my contradiction
losing wrinkles in my brain 
overly expressive gaining wrinkles in my face 
like to grimace when I’m happy
Im laughing in my pain 
sit in the midst of the ending
a miss the mist of the fringe of uncovering new beginning I’m living outside of range
of feeling feelings like rage 
kneeling down for I lay 
listening then I speak
I been thinking before I say 
living outside of range
of feeling feelings like rage 
kneeling down for I lay 
listening then I speak
I been thinking before I say 
yo 
yo yo yo yo yo
cweed 

(don’t put that thing over my face, don’t put me in the dark)

(Prod. The Alchemist)

housefly

(lyrics) 
Tale as old as time… A girl and a guy.
He’d demote his rhymes to devote his time
to the ghosts that host his mind. 
He’s supposed to grind and he close to shining.
But a rope denies it and his ghost still tying it.
Tired of being tied up he invokes a fire to provoke his annihilator. 
approaching is annihilation.
But then I awaken.
But then I awaken taking out Goliath. with patience. Adjacent lives. I’m David embracing crying for saving. I’m wasting time.
I shouldn’t be facing god cause I could’ve been making rhymes that could take a life
and save the light of pureness that faded off. 
The cure is my sacred songs. 
I’m sure you been waiting long. 
I’m furious. Quaking bones in the industry
cause i’m in this bitch innovating the premises. Renovating a renaissance. 
Reminisce on my genesis when I was more than remnants.
The redness in our receptors misled us as our protection.
Hennessy and depression my chemistry what connect us.
Correction, it’s my infection. Rejected by my intestines.
i’m Hesitant to inject you. You resurrect my reflections.
Aggressively i’m projecting obsessions i been regretting.
regression of my successes effect me cause i’m obsessive
acceptance will make progression
repentance make repetition
I shout at god but he distant
how the fuck did we get here
the shadow round his existence
allowed us all to forget him.
I drown him out with the liquor.
it clouded all of my visions.
I smile upon his forgiveness
proud of my compositions.
but shout out my competition
Crown is within your grip
yet you frowning bout your positions.
revolving round recognition.
And all the while i’m ignored
cause the wall around me a fortress
to top it off there’s a war
in my conscience. Evil forces 
exhausting, my resources
but y’all still show no remorse
so of course i resort to immortalizing my voice
by recording cries of a war
that roars in the mind i ignored.
I tore it with it time and dysmorphia.
Swore to my guy we would flourish
soar to the sky and perform.
our chorus and rhymes just before the
Sword in my eye. It engorges,
pouring the iron in portions.
of course.
Yesterday the sun was scorching but the view was gorgeous.
In present day there’s some reward in 
getting used to torture….

ain’t that so unfortunate
I blame it on the lord again
I may not take the floor again
cuz satan on the board intends
on breaking all the scores
by making all the mortals sin.
creating all the portals into
places that award your grimace.
you cant afford it. too expensive cause your empathetic.
you got an empty nigga energetic
you got me venting in this sending letter
but when i send it i know that i’ll regret it.
I’m digressing. 

I need the whisper of the sky to give a light blow. (exhale)
Flare a light hopefully. (hopefully) Air ignite smoke. (go)
Seen a picture of my eyes and I was like “WOAH.” 
Where the life go? (oh) Where the life go? (no) (x2)

rivers interlude

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